Thinking

About direction.
For the first 27 years of my life the ocean was to my right. Growing up it was just over the hill(s) behind my house and in San Diego it was always on the other side of the interstate/road/boardwalk. It was comforting, knowing exactly which direction and what lay west. The Mighty Pacific. I've been struggling to find a clear sense of direction here in NYC, especially in Brooklyn which feels to me a little off kilter. I have been enjoying some truly spectacular sunrises from my bedroom window (I need to find a darker curtain cause it sure gets bright early!) and it suddenly occurred to me that I am looking directly east. Yeah, that East, the direction the sun rises from. Suddenly I have a new compass and a new sense of ease.

Ways to Charm Me

Cheerful little violets by the subway entrance.

Found!

While walking home, hopefully signifying the end of my literary drought. Plus, the title pretty much sums up my current mood.

Thinking

Spring has sprung. I walked to Prospect Park this afternoon, because it was almost 70 (yes 70!) degrees out and I haven't really ventured further into the park than the Brooklyn Museum and Botanical Gardens. And I'm so glad I did. It's like Central Park, but closer. And like everything in this city the park is in full bloom. I sat under a blooming Magnolia tree and tried to soak it all in--the spring, the colors (pinks and whites against a bight blue sky, sigh) the new prospects in my life and the fact that here I am, one year later and feeling all right. The funny thing is that even when one part hasn't felt right (apartment, job etc) I have managed to find a way to change it. I really think this is where I'm meant to be at this moment in my life and that is a feeling I want to savor, just as I want to commit all of these spring colors and the sensation of blooming after a long winter to memory. This is what it means to be alive.

April Showers...

Bring Blooming Trees!

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A Confession

I haven't felt much like blogging lately. Somehow the words aren't coming to me. Somehow I have gotten caught up in life here and while things are still new and exciting--spring is here, flowers are blooming and new possibilities are arriving on my doorstep daily--I am lacking the motivation to share. You know, with you, my two dear readers. I've noticed the cyclical nature of my writing/creative urges before. Sometimes I am so uninspired and other times I feel this really strong desire to get some thought out. I have always been impressed with "writers" and people dedicated to their craft-people who seem to wake up with only one thought in mind, to create. And then I wonder if I lack dedication or follow through. Perhaps my problem is that I want it all-to do it all, see it all, taste it all and feel it all. But first, my lovelies, I'm off to bed, it's been a long day (and perhaps more about that some other time).

Ways to Charm Me

The conductor on the Q Train that moonlights as a tour guide--"Next Stop Canal Street, exit here for all your shopping needs--Gucci, Rolex, Chanel." Love him!

Thinking

Snow in April. Really?

Things I'm Loving Right Now

JAM!



CLEMENTINES THAT TASTE LIKE CALIFORNIA!


THIS YELLOW BELT THAT SEEMS TO MATCH EVERYTHING I OWN!

Thinking

Every time I make myself oatmeal for breakfast I think of how proud my mom would be. Look Mom, I eat breakfast now! Not only breakfast but oatmeal! You can stop worrying now.